Luyện nghe bài hát So What You Saying - Memphis Bleek

[Chorus - Scratching w/ voice]

Sigel]
Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas
These niggas sayin shit man
These niggas on man
make you blind motherfuckers feel some real

Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to
I took time off a couple had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't
Packin gat, now they layin' flat
In six in green (you wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for
Yo, I'm the coke copper plus the chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy clocker
One wreck, the destroy
And with bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys
I don't when it come to yae
I cop cook and my dough in one day
Book rock and collect my dough at one
False looks, Memph let one go from the

Bleek]
Yo, yo
Well I'm known to be the in the M.C. field
Oh-oh got respect, I still
Tote guns to the show and I jet wit a hoe
niggas want to front and get clapped
Get on the floor, clap a second
And make I flat-line you
Let a round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the is the Roc
As I glance at Mack, B-Sigel
we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles
I'm not playin, you dudes what I'm sayin'
I make a to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you

I'm puttin to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up all the and glocks
I'm not playin, see guns that I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or me
stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, they to me
Packs with colorful just like coochies
New jacks with they they like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them off quick
Got game still off shit
What you

With a partner like Sigel, don't a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better as cousins
As we climbed the chart who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew
Who wanna play with Roc-A-team?
Know that I that thing that knock sixteen
You walk talkin' this and that
How I like Jay and all my records is wack
But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it fold
Thirty days later, Coming of Age gold
you sayin?

Now party people it's for this question
No knock knock, who's that? who's or who is it?
It's the
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black and kidnapper
The flow dope, the beats blazin
Like Luther Vandrow says, yo 'I am so amazing and been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, 'em how we do

Yo, I fight fire fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm
In an all out battle, Bleek out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we off quick
Take a sip of the Cris the Belvy with lime
Crack the del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
So what you